Dont You Dare Read This Mrs Dunphery








 September 15, 96
Dear Mrs. Dunphrey,

I almost wrote ďDonít you dare read this Mrs. DunphreyĒ by
your name, but just out of habit. But it would be pretty stupid to
send you a letter and not let you read it right?
Before you get too excited about me writing, I should let you
know that this is a assignment. Not for school but from my family
therapist that Matt, Mom and I have been seeing every
week.(Thatís right Mom, I explain.)The therapist, Mr. Sarcusi says
that showing your feelings is healthy. He says after everything that
has happened, I have a reason to feel betrayed. He also said that
all teenagers feel betrayed anyway. He told to write about myself
and pretend I was talking to someone that didnít know my whole
life story. I thought that it was a dumb thing to write about but I
guess I have to do it. I did it all last year in your class, so I guess
itís going to be pretty easy. I know you keep writing me and saying
to write back, so I finally decided to.
Thanks for letting me and Matt sleep on your couch and floor
for those three day when the caseworker couldnít find us a foster
family. I canít tell you how scared I was when I thought that they
would separate my Matt and I. I was so happy when you said, ď
Can I take them home with me?Ē and when you stood your
grounds and wouldnít take home for an answer. Even your
husband was pretty cool about taking us in, even though I think he
thought that he was going to be stuck with us for ever.
Did you know that our caseworker decided to send us Dadís
parents, you know the ones that we never, ever met. They live in
Florida. First I didnít think that was a great idea. Look how Dad
turned out. How could they be good parents? And if they didnít
wants to see us for the last fifteen years, why are they going to
want us living with them now? I donít think that I would have gone
if they didnít talk me into it. It turns out that, Nana and Poppy, my
grandparents arenít that bad either. They both are really short.
They are different from what I imagined.
Nana and Poppy was already old when Dad was born. You
know what Dad did when he was in grade school, he killed the
neighbors dog. Poppy and Nana thought that it was just a stage.
Dad started t get worse and worse, beating up other kid all the
time, getting angry about everything. They said that every time
that he did something bad he always tell them that he was sorry,
stupid like they were they believed him. They thought that he
would grow out of it but he never did.
Nana said she thought that Dad would settle down after he
married Mom, but he didnít. And when I was born they tried
coming around, bring me presents and offering them to take a
brake, loaning him money y which the thought was for me. They
stopped giving him money and thatís when he said he didnít wants
them to come around any more. Nana feels really bad for giving
up so easy and she always telling me a Matt that she is sorry, and
that she know that she canít make up for the fifteen years they
missed but they are here now.
Well I guess they are right, Matt has really started sticking to
them now. He says itís almost like having grandma back. Itís not!!
I know itís good that Matt is happy and heís getting to act like a
normal little boy but all Nana and Poppy does is brag over every
little thing that he does. When I told Mr. Sarcusi that, he said that I
was just jealous that my grandparents were paying more attention
to Matt than they were to me.
Nana and Poppy treats Mom liked a little kid too. Ever since
the caseworker tracked he down in California, where Dad
apparently left her again for a nineteen year old sheís been
miserable. That postcard she send us was nothing but lies go
figure. I think the only reason why she came back is because we
are reminders of what she used to have. Mr. Sarcuis say that itís
not her fault that she is like the way she is. It took